leave you away behind," retorted one of the Rockville cadets.
"Brag is a good hoss, but Get-there takes the oats!" cried Dave, and then the Snowbird swept out of hearing of the military academy lads.
"They didn't like it at all, that we beat them," was Roger's comment. "Wonder if they will try to build a swifter boat?"
"Let them come on," answered Dave. "We can build another boat, too, if it's necessary."
"Say, their blowing puts me in mind of a story,'* came from Shadow Hamilton. "Two little boys"
"Oh, Shadow, another?" groaned Messmer, reproachfully.
"Let him tell it, it will help to pass the time," remarked Henshaw. "I know it's all about two poor lads who were caught in a snowstorm and had to shovel their way out with nothing but toothpicks."
"No, it's about two boys who sold suspension bridges for a living," cried Dave, merrily. "They sold as high as eighteen a day, and"
"Say, if you want to hear this story, say so," demanded Shadow. "These little boys got to bragging what each could do. Says one, 'I kin climb our apple tree clear to the top.' Says the other, 'Huh! I can climb to the roof of our house.' 'Hum,' says the first boy, 'I can climb to the roof
